Just My Opinion

I owe someone an apology, kind of. The generous friend with whom I stayed in my “column”of two weeks ago got back to me. I had written that he and his wife showered me with all their most precious belongings because I was a guest in their home, and that it made me uncomfortable. Well, it turns out that this was their every-day stuff. So I’m sorry for what I said.

But wait a minute. He lives like that? This guy who was my house mate in college lives in a labyrinth of breakable objects? How? Who would choose that? “I’ve always liked nice stuff,” he says.

Here’s what I think. If you wouldn’t throw a frisbee back and forth in any well used room, remove precious objects until you’re comfortable with a robust frisbee toss. Move these things to your “museum” room, or give them to charity, or sell them. Use the cash for a mini ping pong table for the living room.

Same goes with cars that are so nice that you’re afraid to drive them. If you’re one of these guys who goes to car shows, then you get a pass. You’re just wired oddly. But normal people should make space in their garage for junk. Just my opinion.